Author's note:
This is my first fanfic ever, so please be gentle.
The idea for the story came up after watching the episode Silent Partner
where the three women Danny was naming the stars after –Erika, Daniella and
Andrea were introduced. As the episode didn't reveal anything else about
them, I made up my mind to find out by myself...
This story originally was written in german and I'm just in the process of
translating it. I'm just up to my school english to translate, so if
anything sounds a little queer you know why. Hope you like it.
Please R+R
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Chapter One:
The office room of the FBI's missing persons unit in New York was still covered in silence. It was briefly after six o'clock in the morning. They had just been called to a crime scene and would start their office work soon.
Apparently there was no use for prescribed working hours on kidnapping. Unfortunately people just never disappeared during usual FBI working hours. It seemed like a conspiracy.
Jack had received the call and informed his team in order to get all of them to the crime scene. Sighing, he got out of bed and for the fraction of a second the thought of what for he did all this rushed through his head. He found himself smiling sarcasticly. It was one of these thoughts one always has, when woken up around this time. It was a 24 hour job and some days – especially at such mornings – he felt too old for doing it. At least until he had his first black coffee.
Whe he reached the crime scene, dawn was already approaching. The sun would rise above New York in a few minutes. It was freezing cold. The day promised to become a cold, windy, unpleasant and very long one.
He recognized Vivian standing in front of the house, talking to a police- officer standing aside. He nooded to her and put on a questioning look. With a gesture she vaguely pointed behind herself, announcing that Sam, Martin and Danny already were inside. He asked himself why it was always him arriving last at the place of events. Probably that was due to the advanced age, too. One has more difficulties to get out of bed. He shook off the thought and entered the house in order to catch up on the present state of their investigation. Maybe he wasn't the youngest any more, but he was good in what he did. He certainly didn't have a lack of experience.
Sam came towards him when he entered the dwelling.
"Linda Davis, 24 years old. She didn't come home from her weekend trip visiting some friends. Her mother called us. She was supposed to give her a call yesterday evening. She tried Lindas mobile phone and tried to reach her at home, but no one answered. When she tried again this morning and got no response, she alarmed the police. Linda works at a bakery, she was supposed to be at work around five. We called her employer, but neither did he hear anything of her."
Jack pointed into Martin's direction, who interviewed a woman in her mid 50's.
"That's the mother?"
Sam nooded.
"Any references so far?"
He followed Sam through the rooms of the dwelling.
"Nothing noticeable right now. Her passport and credit cards are here, as well as the main part of her clothing. Just the things she needed for the weekend are missing: a few clothes, some cash, driver's license, identity card – such things. Nothing uncommon after all. She even put out some clothing to wear this morning and there's a purchase list laying on the kitchen table. She definitely wanted to come home!"
Martin joined them in this moment.
"According to her mother's information, she should have been here yesterday at about eight pm. She visited two friends in Maine over the weekend. Her mother told me, that she called her daughter's friends. Linda departed yesterday at noon, but apparently never arrived here."
Jack thought about it for a moment.
"What were the weather conditions between Maine and New York?"
Martin looked confused. Sam answered in his place.
"Snow and icy surfaces."
"Allright. First we're going to inform Highway Patrol. They should check upon the route Linda took. Give out Lindas description to all hospitals, police stations and morgues along her way! Ask the friends in Maine how she spent the weekend, if she got to know someone, how she seemed to them!"
Turning around, Jack scanned the room.
"Where's Danny?" he finally asked without any connection to his previous orders.
"He's not here yet." Martin answered carefully.
Jack frowned, but said nothing. "Danny being late?" he asked himself. It would namely be the first time after all, but things like that happened. Perhaps he didn't recieve the message, perhaps he was stuck in traffic somewhere on the way or perhaps he just overslept. He would join the investigation at the beginning of the usual working hours...
TBC
Chapter One:
The office room of the FBI's missing persons unit in New York was still covered in silence. It was briefly after six o'clock in the morning. They had just been called to a crime scene and would start their office work soon.
Apparently there was no use for prescribed working hours on kidnapping. Unfortunately people just never disappeared during usual FBI working hours. It seemed like a conspiracy.
Jack had received the call and informed his team in order to get all of them to the crime scene. Sighing, he got out of bed and for the fraction of a second the thought of what for he did all this rushed through his head. He found himself smiling sarcasticly. It was one of these thoughts one always has, when woken up around this time. It was a 24 hour job and some days – especially at such mornings – he felt too old for doing it. At least until he had his first black coffee.
Whe he reached the crime scene, dawn was already approaching. The sun would rise above New York in a few minutes. It was freezing cold. The day promised to become a cold, windy, unpleasant and very long one.
He recognized Vivian standing in front of the house, talking to a police- officer standing aside. He nooded to her and put on a questioning look. With a gesture she vaguely pointed behind herself, announcing that Sam, Martin and Danny already were inside. He asked himself why it was always him arriving last at the place of events. Probably that was due to the advanced age, too. One has more difficulties to get out of bed. He shook off the thought and entered the house in order to catch up on the present state of their investigation. Maybe he wasn't the youngest any more, but he was good in what he did. He certainly didn't have a lack of experience.
Sam came towards him when he entered the dwelling.
"Linda Davis, 24 years old. She didn't come home from her weekend trip visiting some friends. Her mother called us. She was supposed to give her a call yesterday evening. She tried Lindas mobile phone and tried to reach her at home, but no one answered. When she tried again this morning and got no response, she alarmed the police. Linda works at a bakery, she was supposed to be at work around five. We called her employer, but neither did he hear anything of her."
Jack pointed into Martin's direction, who interviewed a woman in her mid 50's.
"That's the mother?"
Sam nooded.
"Any references so far?"
He followed Sam through the rooms of the dwelling.
"Nothing noticeable right now. Her passport and credit cards are here, as well as the main part of her clothing. Just the things she needed for the weekend are missing: a few clothes, some cash, driver's license, identity card – such things. Nothing uncommon after all. She even put out some clothing to wear this morning and there's a purchase list laying on the kitchen table. She definitely wanted to come home!"
Martin joined them in this moment.
"According to her mother's information, she should have been here yesterday at about eight pm. She visited two friends in Maine over the weekend. Her mother told me, that she called her daughter's friends. Linda departed yesterday at noon, but apparently never arrived here."
Jack thought about it for a moment.
"What were the weather conditions between Maine and New York?"
Martin looked confused. Sam answered in his place.
"Snow and icy surfaces."
"Allright. First we're going to inform Highway Patrol. They should check upon the route Linda took. Give out Lindas description to all hospitals, police stations and morgues along her way! Ask the friends in Maine how she spent the weekend, if she got to know someone, how she seemed to them!"
Turning around, Jack scanned the room.
"Where's Danny?" he finally asked without any connection to his previous orders.
"He's not here yet." Martin answered carefully.
Jack frowned, but said nothing. "Danny being late?" he asked himself. It would namely be the first time after all, but things like that happened. Perhaps he didn't recieve the message, perhaps he was stuck in traffic somewhere on the way or perhaps he just overslept. He would join the investigation at the beginning of the usual working hours...
TBC